[Cautiously, she seems to shrink back as the spell is cast. What were they doing?
As she lays her eyes on the flowers and hears the thunderous applause, there is something within the atmosphere that changes. The Siren picks up the bouquet and looks at it before pressing it against her chest. She squeezes it so tightly that some of the petals begin to fall on the floor.
It would be obvious against the pale white of her skin when a streak of black liquid slides down the side of her face. Tears. She pipes up only when the "audience" stills. ]
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As she lays her eyes on the flowers and hears the thunderous applause, there is something within the atmosphere that changes. The Siren picks up the bouquet and looks at it before pressing it against her chest. She squeezes it so tightly that some of the petals begin to fall on the floor.
It would be obvious against the pale white of her skin when a streak of black liquid slides down the side of her face. Tears. She pipes up only when the "audience" stills. ]
Someone who appreciates my talents at last...